honest eyes

bona fide blue

staring back &

in belief of something

said thoughts just can’t

place

the whole world seems to

dance on the head of a

thimble.

 

the single, solitary,

trembling, fragile,

tinkling sound

of one raindrop

making its way---

something between

4,000 & 13,000 feet---

climbing, rising,

with it all laying out on

the line &

as a deer staring back

into the headlights,

the inability to find a

better cliché within

the own one mind,

sharpens into a

focus, reflecting all

natural light, prismatic

as the head of a diamond,

sizing up the

emotions coming

through those very

veracious hallways

driving backwards into

the depths of what is

trusted to be the innermost

part of the being

standing in front of

you.

 

but it all melts so

quickly, like the horny

hopping bunny sex of a

new love,

like the sugar cube in the

raccoon’s mouth,

dissolving away,

like the final embers

of a fire left to die out in

the rain at the top of a

mountain (after the

hikers have already begun

their early morning

descent) &

it is found that

these eyes before you

are not “pure” in any

sense---

they tell no truths which

you do not know

yourself, already &

they will not make you

safer, nor will they

find a new form of

justice, lying away

secretly in the corner,

just ripe for the picking---

no, these eyes are

human eyes & nothing

more,

though they tell their own

story, of which you may

or may not find a

curiosity within yourself

to inquire,

they lie, cheat, steal &

kill,

just like the rest of us,

continuing on the

evolutionary march

into oblivion.